[Mo B. Dick]Things ain't what they used to be. Things ain't what they used to be.

[Verse 1: Master P]I remember back in the days it wasn't like thatEverybody knew everybody, now days it ain't like thatWe used to stand on the corners and drink brew Now days you gotta duck when they drive throughCause they blastin', life is like plasticBut who would be the next egg took out the easter basketIs it you, me, or her or she or he? who would live to see the long age of 23? Cause once you dead and gone who gives a damnOn your tombstone would read Rest In Peace Sam But in the ghetto you cooked 'till you dead Ain't no love when you dead and gone cause you red Like roaches for the gutter, peanut butteryour life in the gutter , fool cause you fluttered With this game that I spit, shoot out, don't quit Now you a victim of society another statisticI heard the gunshots rain from the middle of the street The gun-smoke cleared three people on the concreteI mean it's crazy, slippin' on daisiesTime to call it quits, they done put a bullet in a baby

[Chorus: Master P and Mo. be Dick]Times done changed things ain't what they used to beTimes done changed things ain't what they used to beTimes done changed things ain't what they used to beTimes done changed things ain't what they used to beTimes done changed things ain't what they used to beTimes done changed things ain't what they used to be

[Verse 2: Master P]Watch you back in the ghetto black Open the box, Mom's ain't nothing to eat Back in the day, I thought we was a familyMy little brother on the street corner selling crack Only 15 used to be a quarterbackI wish the law would rehabilitate my auntie I came home try to visit that girl tried to do meStarted tweakin' said that she needed crackStole my grandma's rent money out her purse blackI stay Tru 2 Da Game you devils' can't see me I put that on my mom, I put that on my gold teeth My homies bangin' ,no respect for the American flagBut they kill over that blue and red rag

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[Verse 3: Master P]I remember back in the day smoking weed was the everyday drugNow days they shoot heroin and sell blood Back in the day catchin' the clamps was gettin' us shot Now days catch the AIDS and your time will stopMy lil' homies doin' time, 25 with a LA victim of the system, I'd rather die and go to hell I try to be legit and start my own companyTill these sucker want to bump into PThey point the finger at me for tellin' another what to doHow could another person tell you what to doI could tell you to rob or steal or kill that's like pointin' the finger at Jack or JillFor being the first person on this little earthIs like askin' Mary why she had to give birthAnd who would be the next victim to lose his life And who would be the next one to make a lifeBut when you make a life you gotta learn to teach your kidSo one day they can grow up and make it bigBut all this gangbangin' and turf wars gotta ceaseCause y'all know we livin' in the last days G